บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

　　Mike’s head turned just slightly, like the question had cracked something open.　　Vivian smiled faintly to herself.　　Let him unravel.　　Because if Emily was truly gone—if she had thrown Mike away for good—then eventually, he would need someone to lean on. Someone who didn’t leave. And her family’s company? It could be exactly what Mike’s needed next. Strategic. Beneficial. Mutual.　　She folded her hands sweetly in her lap, playing the part of the patient one. The loyal one.　　Mike sat in stunned silence, the buzz of alcohol starting to fade as Vivian’s words blurred into background noise. Then, without looking at her, he said quietly—firmly—　　“Vivian. Let’s not see each other anymore.”　　She blinked.“What…what do you mean?”　　“I’m going to explain everything to her. She’ll forgive me.”　　Vivian froze, her voice sharp.“Explain what?”　　Mike’s eyes stayed on the table.“If I keep seeing you, E

　　She shifted slightly, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dress hiked just high enough for her to feel the warmth of him beneath the fabric.　　Every brush of her thighs, every subtle movement of his hands on her back, created a rhythm that felt deeper than anything physical.　　Her breath stuttered as her hips moved—tentative at first, testing the pressure, the closeness, the friction that bloomed between them even through layers of clothes.　　Emily sinking her teeth into his lower lip, just shy of pain, and felt the shudder that rolled through him. His hands abandoned their teasing path to grip her waist instead, hauling her flush against him until the hard line of his arousal pressed unmistakably between her thighs.　　The noise she made was swallowed by his kiss, deeper now, hungrier. His tongue swept against hers in a rhythm that had her arching into him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed him bare—needed to feel his skin un

　　“I saw them today and thought of you,”she said.“They just dropped this morning. Limited edition.”　　Adrian pulled one out, inspecting it.“You really have a thing for giving me these.”　　She shrugged, lips tugging into a soft smile.“You look good in them.”　　He set the box down and pulled her closer by the waist.“Then I guess you’re officially responsible for putting them on me from now on.”　　Her smile widened.　　“Deal.”　　Emily laughed softly.“Then let me practice. I’ve never actually put cufflinks on anyone before.”　　Adrian arched a brow, amused.“What an honor,”he murmured, and casually popped open the ones he was wearing.“Go on. Use these.”　　She took the new set from the box, fingers careful as she slid them through the cuffs. Her brows furrowed slightly in concentration—Adrian didn’t take his eyes off her.　　Then his phone buzzed.　　he answered with one hand.　　“Hey,”he said, voice warm but casual.　　The voice on the other end was easy, familiar—his longtime friend, Nate.　　“M

　　Adrian didn’t speak right away.　　But when he did,his voice was colder than steel.　　“I see.”　　Someone near the table let out a shaky breath.Another man looked like he was considering crawling under the table.　　He had expected this.　　The moment someone—somewhere—would try to drag Emily’s name through the mud.　　Adrian voice still quiet—but with a sharpness that sliced through the air like a scalpel.“Let me make this clear.”　　Lila stayed silent.The others barely breathed.　　“It was me who pursued Emily.Me who asked her to marry me.She said yes.”　　A pause.　　“If anyone in that room still has questions about my wife,”Adrian continued,each word deliberate,“they’re welcome to bring them to my office at E International.Tomorrow.In person.”　　There was a click.　　Call ended.　　Lila set the phone down on the table—slow,deliberate.Like she was laying down a weapon.　　The room was dead silent.　　No one moved.No one spoke.　　Someone—somewhere—exhaled the breath they hadn’t realized they w

　　Adrian’s expression softened.　　He reached out, pulled her gently into his arms.　　She didn’t speak, not right away. Just breathed. Just trembled.　　He pressed a kiss to her hair.　　Then, quietly—　　“Sometimes the body remembers what the mind forgets. Especially when it’s something you weren’t ready to carry.”　　His thumb brushed along the back of her hand, grounding her.　　“Sometimes the mind tucks things away until it’s ready,”Adrian said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“Especially when you’re that young. Four years old…most people don’t remember much.”　　“But something in you held onto it,”he added, his voice quiet but certain.“And whatever it was—whoever they were—you weren’t alone then.”　　He leaned closer, pressing a steady kiss to her temple.　　“And you’re not alone now,”he whispered.“Whatever you remember, whenever it comes back—I’ll be here. You don’t have to carry it